And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.
John Milton (1608 - 1674)
Source: Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 491.
Contributed by: Zaady
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Source: Epitaph on Shakespeare.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 159.
And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Source: L'Allegro. Line 67.
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1051.
And feel that I am happier than I know.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 282.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 43.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 45.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
Source: Comus. Line 727.
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 39.
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